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#femenism
I know the feeling. The feeling of foreign hands in your body Against your will Your throat becomes tight Your tongue becomes numb Your mind goes blank Your body starts to shake heavy This is it. He wins over He might had the physical power to use your body to his pleasure But tu, mujer are stronger than he is. The aftermath will want to shut you down but use your tongue to bring justice. Dont let fear make you inferior. Dont let him prey for the next girl. Dont let another voice be let unheard.
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 3:15 PM UTC
No Calles Mujer
"They're just normal guys" You say it like an excuse It's the main problem
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
Normal Guys
Sixth grade, middle school, That's when it begins The competition, the bullying, Trying to fit in, Trying to fit in But standing out all the same Trying to belong, But left out of everything Their words begin to sink in Like seeds, They breed self conciousness She longs for the 'me' She used to be The one with self-esteem But she's let their words define her They bind her, hold her, keep her Blind, unable to see The beauty on the inside On the outside, on her tear-washed face She keeps it bottled up inside Afraid to tell anyone, She thinks she's the reason why But the reason she feels so dark inside isn't her.
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Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
Sixth Grade and Self Esteem (a spoken word poem)
All these rights, which give falsified might, lie in refuge to a women's plight. For laws made, and thoughts thought. Remain shriveled under, male ego's clot.
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 12:44 AM UTC
Falsified Might
Walking to the bathroom in Lowe's. The Lighting Aisle. A man rounds the corner, White-haired, Caucasian "Whoa, how you doin'?" Stunned, I barely register, but turn my eyes down and hurry on. Only later do I remember the way his eyes traveled my body, the way his words felt like I felt nothing at all Only later do I process, what a disgusting perv! At an art festival that night I find myself watching every man around me Panicking in a pizza place bathroom Later, thinking on it, I am angry. I should have screamed and made a fuss but I turned my eyes down and hurried on. Why am I always silent when the time comes?
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Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
catcall